You remind me
of months of loneliness;
an ache I held dearly
between the crooked ribs of my memory.
Cracked open, I could find you nestled,
shrouded in hazel locks.
Your lungs breathless in awe,
bones and dead tissue.
I watch the freckles on your skin evaporate,
dissipate, evade my glance.
You remind me of loss, love and heartbreak;
hopelessness.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
You remind me
of months of loneliness;
an ache I held dearly
between the crooked ribs of my memory.
Cracked open, I could find you nestled,
shrouded in hazel locks.
Your lungs breathless in awe,
bones and dead tissue.
I watch the freckles on your skin evaporate,
dissipate, evade my glance.
You remind me of loss, love and heartbreak;
hopelessness.
4:08am, August 4th 2014
I don't think I'll ever understand the phrase "let it go". Every moment of the past defines you. How could anyone be so foolish to forget that?
I do not believe morality exists as a scale. Benevolent acts do not resolve you of the malevolent. They both exist independent of one another. No matter how much good you do, you will have still done the bad.
The spiteful acts of my past drive me to become a better person. I may be a changed man now, but I'll never let that past cruelty out of my sight. It has defined me, and it will continue to define me.
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